Chapter 50 This Book Is Different!

April 5, Tuesday, cloudy.

Today is Qingming Festival.

For people who have always lived in the city, it is just a day off.

You can have a good rest for a few days, get together with friends, and enjoy the country's care for the working people.

But for rural people, or people whose parents live in rural areas, today is a day to pay tribute to ancestors and visit graves.

Very serious.

Well, not so serious.

In fact, most rural people are still open-minded about death. As long as they often pay tribute to grandparents, grandparents, and great-grandparents, they will live a rich life in the underworld and protect their children and grandchildren.

Although we don't talk about this now, the significance of paying tribute is still very great, remembering the ancestors and looking forward to a better life in the future.

Zhaojia Village.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Hei Liu drove a small tricycle with a shovel, a rake, and a pesticide barrel on it.

He had just come back from the field with clanging sounds all the way.

It is Qingming Festival now, and it is still late Qingming Festival this year. A few days ago, the villagers had already started to busy themselves with spring ploughing.

"Ding--"

Hei Liu's tricycle stopped in front of a red-painted gate along the village street. After honking the horn a few times, a young boy opened the door.

"Boss, stand aside!"

After the child moved out of the way, Hei Liu rode his tricycle to the corridor of his house.

He parked the car, unloaded other tools, and only left a shovel, and then loaded the paper money that had been bought long ago.

His wife brought freshly cooked dumplings from the kitchen, a total of 16, and put them in 4 small bowls, and then took a bottle of old village chief wine, 2 wine cups, and a plate of pig head meat, and the tribute was ready.

"Er Tao, let's go!"

"Uncle, let's go!"

"Second uncle, let's go!"

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After making several calls in a row, Hei Liu rode his electric tricycle to the village intersection, and people started to get on from all directions.

They all rode electric bikes and electric tricycles.

Hei Liu counted and found that almost everyone was there, so he shouted.

"Let's go!"

More than 20 people, including adults and children, went to the old Zhao family cemetery in the south.

On the way, the adults chatted casually.

"What are you doing recently, brother Liu? You don't come to play mahjong anymore. Are you planning to have a third child with my sister-in-law? You can't do it every day, otherwise it will be too dry!"

"Hahaha~"

Er Tao's words caused a lot of laughter. Everyone likes to make such jokes.

Hei Liu's child sat on a small stool on the back tricycle and asked innocently, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Go away, there's nothing to say, kid, you'll understand when you grow up."

"Oh"

Hei Liu laughed and scolded, "Why are you talking nonsense to the child, why do you want a third child, the young one is just one week old, I'm not a breeding pig."

"Look at Brother Liu's physique, he must be a good breeder of pigs!"

"Hahahaha~"

Everyone laughed, Hei Liu is black and strong, and is often teased as a black pig.

But Hei Liu didn't care, he said indifferently:

"Oh, I'm not interested in playing mahjong and cards recently, I'm tired of playing, I might as well play with my phone at home and watch TV."

When it comes to this, everyone also resonates.

"That's right. Looking for the east wind every day is boring, but we have to have something to play, otherwise it will be boring."

"Yeah. After finishing the work in the field, it's boring to be idle."

"What's fun in the village? It's good to have someone to play cards with you. What's the matter, Erbiao, are you going to learn from the city people to get a foot massage?"

"Hahaha, don't talk nonsense in front of the children."

"Hey! Xiaolei, you work in the city, what do you do after get off work?"

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A group of people burned paper while chatting, and kowtowed to their ancestors respectfully, hoping that everything would go well for them in the underworld.

After the party.

Hei Liu returned home, sat on the broken sofa, hugged the child, and turned on his mobile phone.

First check WeChat, how many people liked the photo of eating ribs I posted yesterday.

11.

Grinning, not bad.

Looked at who didn't like me, and remembered them in my heart, and I won't like them next time.

After reading it, I naturally browsed the circle of friends.

As he was scrolling, a message appeared in front of him, with the word "advertisement" written in small letters below it.

But Hei Liu didn't notice it.

He only saw the text: [Hu Zi from Taohua Village suffers from a hidden disease and cannot have sex. In order to save his wife, he actually teamed up with the miracle doctor to do such a thing]

There was also a picture below, which was a beautiful young wife and a dejected man.

"Huh?"

The element noticed!

"What a beautiful wife, so white! Hehe~"

He glanced at his wife who was still holding a one-week-old baby, and silently clicked it to see what Hu Zi had done.

With one click, he jumped into a small program page and quickly opened the book "Rogue Miracle Doctor in the Countryside".

[Chapter 1: Medical skills are comparable to those of gods]

[.]

["Hey, Brother Hu, you just came back from the city. You are not at home hugging your wife at night, but come to me to beg for money?"]

[Hu Zi's face was a little unnatural when he heard the three words "hug your wife". 】

【"Ergou, something happened on the construction site. Please help me, but... it must be kept secret!"】

【"What are you talking about, Brother Hu? I haven't even spread the news that the village chief's child is not his biological child."】

【Hu Zi undresses】

【"Why the hell did he become like this?"】

[“Shh! I was hit while working on the construction site. The doctor at the big hospital said that I was completely disabled. I wanted to see if your family’s divine doctor could cure it?”]

[“It’s been hit like this, even gods can’t cure it.”]

[.]

[Chapter 2: Get your sister-in-law drunk]

[.]

Hei Liu became more and more energetic as he watched. He was no longer tired from working in the morning and going to the grave. He didn’t even notice that the child next to him had run out to play.

When he came to his senses again, his wife was already glaring at him.

“What are you looking at so engrossed, is your soul being drawn away by your phone? You can’t even hear me calling you to eat!”

“Eh? What time is it now?”

“It’s 12:30! You came back from the grave and sat there motionless, as if you were possessed.”

“Hiss~ I’ve been sitting there for 3 hours?”

Hei Liu looked at his phone in shock and found that he had traveled through time.

The last second, he was still browsing his Moments and saw a piece of news. He clicked on it and saw a novel. He glanced at it casually and traveled to three hours later!

Where’s the time! ?

Hei Liu was thinking about this question while eating.

It was incredible. It was just a novel.

"Is it because I read it for the first time? But this novel is so good!"

This novel completely touched Hei Liu. He felt immersed in it.

He had seen some such advertisements before, but he didn't find it interesting after reading it for a while. He didn't understand it.

He didn't know what the seven major families were, and he couldn't empathize with the life in the city. He couldn't empathize with it.

The most important thing was that the novels in the past were very complicated and too cultured.

He was a farmer who graduated from elementary school. He could only say "not so good".

Is this satisfactory or not? Is it bad or not bad?

He couldn't understand it and gave it up.

Of course, he wouldn't deliberately post a message in the comment section to announce it to the world, as if he would lose everything if he lost this book.

It wasn't because he had a high self-awareness that he knew that no one would pay attention to him if he gave up the book; nor did he know that his opinions would not affect others' money-making by writing books; nor did he know that he would get nothing from posting some emotional and negative words except that the author would delete the comment and ban him.

Rather, he simply didn't know where to comment, and he was too lazy to type.

He types very slowly, and he still writes by hand.

But this book is different!

He can really understand it, even elementary school students can understand it!

And he can empathize with it!

It seems to have happened around him, and it hits his sweet spot.

He wrote down all the things he had imagined but didn't dare to do.

It's so cool!

It's even better than having sex with his wife!

He looked at it and found that there were still many chapters to read. He thought happily: "Why play mahjong? Isn't it more fun to watch this than playing mahjong?"

"Huh? Why do you need to charge? Wait. Forward it and find someone to help, and you can watch 10 more chapters for free? The more people who help, the more chapters you can watch."

He showed a dark smile on his face.

He is familiar with this routine! Pinxixi!

Ertao, uncle, second uncle. There are so many people. One click from each of them is enough for him to read on.

Select 11 people.

Forward!